"What were you thinking?"
The eyes of everyone present turned to Sirius in surprise. Harry gulped. His godfather had apparently gotten over his initial relief, and it had been superseded by fury—at him.
"I saw a vision where you were captured in the Department of Mysteries," he said sullenly. "So I went to save you."
"And you just walked into such an obvious trap without a second thought?"
Harry felt his own temper flare. "You're right. I'm sorry I didn't sit down and take the time to consider all of the possibilities when I thought you were dying!"
"You or your friends could've been killed!" Sirius shot back.
"I know," he said miserably, all of his anger leaving as quickly as it had come. He knew better than anyone how lucky they had been. "And I'm sorry, ok? I just…I didn't want to lose you too, you know?"
Lupin put his hand on his shoulder. "What's done is done, Harry. What we should be focusing on now is why Voldemort wanted to lure you to the Department of Mysteries in the first place."
"They were after some prophecy. I didn't understand what it meant, but it had my name on it, and Voldemort's too. The Death Eaters wanted me to give it to them…what happened by the way? To the Death Eaters, I mean."
"All of them were caught and put in Azkaban, except for Bellatrix Lestrange, who managed to disapparate away," Lupin said dismissively. "What happened to the prophecy, Harry?"
"I gave it to Hermione. She should still have it."
"I'll go get it from her and bring it to Dumbledore," Mad-Eye Moody said gruffly. "If anyone can figure out what it means, it'll be him."
"I'll go too," Tonks volunteered. She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper as the grizzled ex-Auror stumped away. "Merlin knows we don't want him roaming the halls alone. He'll scare the life out of the poor students."
Once they had left, Harry turned back to Sirius and Lupin. "I've answered your questions, now it's my turn. What's Malfoy's connection with the Order?"
Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Malfoy?"
Harry nodded towards the other occupied bed. "Yeah, Draco. He showed up at the Department of Mysteries and kept saying that he had contacted the Order to come help."
Lupin looked as if his mind was working through something very fast. "The Malfoy heir…? But that doesn't…" He shook his head. "No, it makes perfect sense, actually."
Harry sat up straighter, cringing slightly as he did so. "What does?"
Lupin sighed tiredly. "Last summer, we were told by Dumbledore that there was a new Order member who would be at Hogwarts next term. Someone besides Professor Snape. We weren't given their identity for security reasons, but this person was supposed to be watching over you whenever Professor Snape couldn't."
Sirius snorted derisively and looked as if he was about to say something, but Lupin silenced him with a warning look.
"Recently we've also been getting information from a source who is close to Voldemort," Lupin continued. "Someone who—like Professor Snape—seems to be working as a double-agent for the Order. Interestingly," he glanced towards Draco, "all intel from this source comes at times when Hogwarts is on break."
"So, you think it's Malfoy?" Harry said after a long moment.
Lupin rubbed the stubble on his chin. "It seems likely, considering what we know."
Harry stared at Draco, his mind spinning with unanswered questions. Was Draco actually in the Order? He would have laughed at the idea before, but after today, he didn't know what to think. If it did turn out to be true, then why? Why would Draco Malfoy, the son of a Death Eater and the heir of one of the darkest pureblood families in England, join the resistance group that was fighting against everything he had been raised to believe in and revere? And perhaps even more puzzling, why would Draco Malfoy, the boy who he had hated and been hated by in turn since first year, actually help him?
"You said Dumbledore was the one who told you about him, right?" he asked at last.
"That's right," Lupin answered.
Harry nodded thoughtfully. It looked like he needed to have a talk with Dumbledore.